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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Year of the Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the depths of the green garden-closes<br>Where the summer in darkness dozes<br>Till autumn pluck from his hand<br>An hour-glass that holds not a sand;<br>From the maze that a flower-belt encloses<br>To the stones and sea-grass on the strand<br>How red was the reign of the roses<br>Over the rose-crowned land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The year of the rose is brief;<br>From the first blade blown to the sheaf,<br>From the thin green leaf to the gold,<br>It has time to be sweet and grow old,<br>To triumph and leave not a leaf<br>For witness in winter's sight<br>How lovers once in the light<br>Would mix their breath with its breath,<br>And its spirit was quenched not of night,<br>As love is subdued not of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the red-rose land not a mile<br>Of the meadows from stile to stile,<br>Of the valleys from stream to stream,<br>But the air was a long sweet dream<br>And the earth was a sweet wide smile<br>Red-mouthed of a goddess, returned<br>From the sea which had borne her and burned,<br>That with one swift smile of her mouth<br>Looked full on the north as it yearned,<br>And the north was more than the south.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the north, when winter was long,<br>In his heart had made him a song,<br>And clothed it with wings of desire,<br>And shod it with shoon as of fire,<br>To carry the tale of his wrong<br>To the south-west wind by the sea,<br>That none might bear it but he<br>To the ear of the goddess unknown<br>Who waits till her time shall be<br>To take the world for a throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the earth beneath, and above<br>In the heaven where her name is love,<br>She warms with light from her eyes<br>The seasons of life as they rise,<br>And her eyes are as eyes of a dove,<br>But the wings that lift her and bear<br>As an eagle's, and all her hair<br>As fire by the wind's breath curled,<br>And her passage is song through the air,<br>And her presence is spring through the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So turned she northward and came,<br>And the white-thorn land was aflame<br>With the fires that were shed from her feet,<br>That the north, by her love made sweet,<br>Should be called by a rose-red name;<br>And a murmur was heard as of doves,<br>And a music beginning of loves<br>In the light that the roses made,<br>Such light as the music loves,<br>The music of man with maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the days drop one upon one,<br>And a chill soft wind is begun<br>In the heart of the rose-red maze<br>That weeps for the roseleaf days<br>And the reign of the rose undone<br>That ruled so long in the light,<br>And by spirit, and not by sight,<br>Through the darkness thrilled with its breath,<br>Still ruled in the viewless night,<br>As love might rule over death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time of lovers is brief;<br>From the fair first joy to the grief<br>That tells when love is grown old,<br>From the warm wild kiss to the cold,<br>From the red to the white-rose leaf,<br>They have but a season to seem<br>As rose-leaves lost on a stream<br>That part not and pass not apart<br>As a spirit from dream to dream,<br>As a sorrow from heart to heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the bloom and the gloom that encloses<br>The death-bed of Love where he dozes<br>Till a relic be left not of sand<br>To the hour-glass that breaks in his hand;<br>From the change in the grey garden-closes<br>To the last stray grass of the strand,<br>A rain and ruin of roses<br>Over the red-rose land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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Where the summer in darkness dozes
Till autumn pluck from his hand
An hour-glass that holds not a sand;
From the maze that a flower-belt encloses
To the stones and sea-grass on the strand
How red was the ..."></div>
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